They march back and forth always taking aim and fire. Holding their breath. Always afriad of whats ahead. SCared and lonely we march.

The death of the grass, is pretty much all I can write. This poem expresses much of what I think of war and peace and how war will come if we don't settle for peace.
I had some deep emotions burning deep inside and it just happens that now the grass lay smoldering.
I got my inspiration from a Hol...